g confidentially sober, (I say _sober_, for when he
reached the confidential he was on the rising scale,) began talking
politics with me.

"I see in the 'Mercury,'" said the General, "that some of your Northern
scum are making preparations for another John Brown raid into Virginia."

"Oh no, I fancy not. That's sensation."

"Well, now, you just look h'y'ere! If they do come, d'ye know what _I_'m
gwine to do! If I'm too feeble to walk or ride a hoss, I'll crawl on my
knees to the banks of the Potomac, and"----

"What, with those new Northern-made pantaloons on?"

"D'interrupt me, Sir. I'll crawl on my knees to the bank of the Potomac
and defend Old Virginny to the last gasp. She's my sister, Sir! So'll
all the negroes fight for her. Talk about our not trusting 'em! Here's
Jim. He's got all the money I have in the world; takes care of me when
I'm sick; comes after me, to the Gem when I'm--a little not myself, you
know; sees me home; puts me to bed, and never leaves me. Faithful as a
hound, by Heavens! Why, I'd trust him with my life in a minute, Sir!
Yes, Sir, and----Oh, yes! we'll just arm our niggers, and put 'em in the
front ranks to make 'em shoot their brothers, Sir!"

I said, "Ah?" and the General went out to take a drink, leaving Jim and
myself alone together at the table. The remaining five minutes, before I
finished my tea, Jim seemed very restless. Just as I rose to go, he said
to me,--

"Mossa, could you hab de great kin'ness to come out to de quarters to
see Peter?" (his eldest boy,)--"he done catch bery bad col', Sah."

I was physician in ordinary to the servants in that hotel. In every
distress they called on me. I told Jim that I would gladly accompany
him. When we got to a considerable distance from the main houses, Jim
stopped under an immense magnolia, and, drawing me into its shade, said,
after a sweeping glance in all directions,--

"Oh, Mossa! _is_ dat true, dat dem dere Abolitionists is a-comin' down
here to save us,--to redeem us, Mossa? Is dey a-comin' to take pity on
us, Mossa, an' take dis people out of hell? Oh, _is_ dey, _is_ dey,
Mossa?"

I told Jim that they were very weak and few in number just now; but that
in a few years there would be nobody but them at the North, and then
they'd come down a hundred thousand strong. (I said _one_ hundred
thousand, the modern army not yet having been dreamed of.) I told him to
bide the Lord's time.

He cast a fainting glance over to that windo